Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.